Charlie ordered her to keep an eye on Loreen after she started working and to always report to him if there were any abnormalities.

After talking to Doris, Charlie took a taxi to the airport to pick Loreen up.

When he was at the airport, Charlie disembarked the taxi and was about to go to the arrival hall when a Mercedes-Benz G-Class braked abruptly and stopped in front of him.

Harold, Claire’s cousin, stretched his head out of the car window and frowned when he saw Charlie. “Why are you here?”

“I’m here to pick Claire’s friend up. Why are you here?”

Charlie frowned too when he saw the familiar faces sitting in the car—besides Harold, there were Gerald and Wendy.

Harold sneered. “Do you mean Miss Thomas? We’re here to entertain her, you’re nothing but redundant, get lost!”

Charlie snorted indifferently and said, “You get lost.”

Thus, Charlie ignored them and walked directly into the airport’s arrival hall.

Harold’s face turned into an ugly shade of red and he was about to swea